Fall City

Jon.

Jon.

Wake up.

Santa's here.

Come on, let's go see him.

It's him.

Jon.

Jon.

Shit.

I'm on foot pursuit, northbound.

Fall City, River Street.

Jon?

Hi, Mom.

- It's been a long time. - Yeah.

How was your drive?

Oh, it was fine.

Is Alex here?

His deployment has been extended.

He won't be home for another six months.

Jon.

Dad.

So, where's your car?

It's in the shop right now.

- I spoke with Eugene down at the post office,

and you start tomorrow morning.

Dad, look, I didn't come here to work.

Oh, you have rent?

- I'm actually in-between places right now.

Oh, (chuckles) I see.

So, your uh, your car is in the shop, you don't have

any place to live, and for the first time in over a year,

you tell us you're comin' home just for a holiday visit?

Yes, Dad!

You are welcome to be for Christmas,

but if you wanna stay any longer, you'll need to pay rent.

Lock your keys in?

Um...

Uh, yes, yeah, yeah I did.

Don't worry.

I come from a long line of car people.

So, I'm kind of a pro. (chuckles)

Tah-dah!

You can keep that.

Thanks, um--

- Olivia. - Olivia, Jon.

Happy to help, Jon.

Have a good day, don't lock the hanger in now.

Thank you!

Not open yet.

Jon?

I should've known it was you.

What, you still can't read?

Or speak, for that matter.

What's it been, 10 years?

What're you doing here?

Looks more like 30.

I'm just here mindin' my business.

Good luck with the big words.

Jon!

Well, if it isn't Jon Price.

- Hey, Gene. - Come in, come in.

Don't be shy.

I can't tell you how good it is to see you.

What's it been, about three years?

Five.

- It's gonna be great havin' another Price at the old USPS.

Followin' in your dad's footsteps?

- Look, I don't know what my dad said, but I'm actually

going back to Spokane in just a couple weeks,

right after Christmas. - Oh.

Well, I'm sorry to hear that.

Well, I suppose we can use you as seasonal help,

if that's what you need right now.

Yeah, that'd be good.

Good mornin', Eugene.

I was goin' over the P routes from last week.

I noticed a couple of things-- - Derek.

I want you to meet our new hire.

Jon.

You know each other?

High school.

Well, that's great.

Derek, will you get Jon started?

And when you're done, come by my office.

I want to hear what you've been up to.

Alright, come on.

I need you to start,

by cleaning and organizing the storage room.

Look, it's not like there was an opening here, alright?

Eugene gave you a job out of pity,

and we need to find something for you to do.

And right now, that means cleaning the storage room.

Sorry, we're closed!

Oh, no, I was just, hey.

You son of a bitch!

What you doin' in my truck?

Merry Christmas, Jon.

Oh, my god!

Are you alright?

Let me help you.

Let me help you, okay, okay.

Hold on.

You stay here and I'll call the police.

No, hey.

Look, I'll take care of that.

Really, I should just go, it's fine.

Hold on.

What happened?

Just the...

End to a really bad...

Year.

I think with stolen cars,

the rate of return is pretty high.

Usually it's just some moron who wants to take the stereo.

- Yeah. - And besides.

The year isn't over yet.

Huh?

- Well, you said you've had a bad year, it's not over yet.

Great.

Okay, that sounded bad.

What I meant was, there's still time for things to change.

I've been there.

Okay, I didn't get beat up while my car was being stolen,

but, I mean...

Here it is.

It's Christmas, and I've got a daughter at home,

and I'm right in the middle of a divorce.

I'm sorry.

(chuckles) It's okay.

At least I have a car. (laughs)

Oh, my gosh, that wasn't funny.

I'm so sorry, I was just-- - (laughs) No, it's okay.

It was funny.

It was.

We're doing okay.

My daughter and I.

We're just holding onto hope as best we can.

I mean, she's four, how was she supposed to understand

her daddy not being around?

And to make things worse, I can hardly be there for her.

She's with a sitter right now.

Oh.

I have to go.

Okay.

I'm sorry to run out like this.

I'm sure my sitter's fallen asleep by now.

Oh, no, it's okay.

I thought you said your family are car people?

- No. - Sorry, that wasn't funny.

No, I mean, it was.

It's just, it's my battery.

Can you push?

They all own cars!

What?

My family, they all own cars!

That makes them car people, right? (laughs)

Woo, thank god!

Or, thank Jon.

- I'd offer you a ride but-- - No, no, it's okay.

I don't live far.

Why don't you come by tomorrow at five?

I can give you a thank-you haircut, on the house.

I will, five o'clock?

Yeah.

- Alright. - Okay.

Good luck with your truck and the police and don't forget,

the year isn't over yet. (chuckles)

- I'm goin' home. - Not yet.

The lobby needs to be done, tonight.

It really doesn't.

Unlike you, I have a life.

It's the holidays at the post office.

You don't get a life here.

And you need to be in uniform.

Hello.

Hello.

- Alex. - Alex?

Hey!

How's it goin'?

- You know, about as good as the desert gets.